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Reader Scanman has a new non sequitur text game routine that involves Taylor Swift and Nazi memes.
Met typical blue city lawyer cunt a few weeks ago at party and got her number. She texted me out of the blue last Thurs. while I was out drinking with a buddy. Solely for my own amusement, I responded with nothing but Taylor Swift nazi memes (pictures of Taylor Swift with Hitler quotes attributed to her etc.). Nothing else. Not a single word of actual response from me, just Taylor Swift pics saying shit like “Gas the kikes, race war now. — Taylor Swift. Truly non sequitur, borderline psycho shit.
Got confusion, then a string of (faux) sanctimony. 80% I ignored, 20% I responded with nothing but more Taylor. Then silence then a “you’re so bad” 20 min later. You know you’re in when you get a “you’re terrible” or “you’re such an asshole” etc. Had sex with her two days later. Probably won’t repeat but ZFG is the closest thing a mortal man can come to actually casting spells.
In the sexual market of the manlet paying for hugs and snuggles, the inscrutable, ZFG jerkboy is king.
How do you know when a girl is grappling with strange and exciting undercurrents of desire for your badboy charms?
It all starts with the confusion,
how is this guy not like the mediocre masses of betas who buzz in the background of my princess life like whitenoise?
then comes the faux sanctimony,
“are you really sending me nazi taylor swift quotes??”
followed by the tepid expression of disapproval tinged with lustful wonder,
“you’re such an asshole” *punches shoulder*
and finally the consummation of her percolating hindbrain desire with her rationalization hamster
“i’m free all week for drinks” *scratches out tuesday date with earnest beta bux placeholder that was planned three months in advance*
Charismatic, ZFG Jerkboy Game the closest thing to casting spells over women?
You bet.
About as magical an enchantment as the vision of a 19-year-old hottie with a 20 BMI and a perfect 0.7 waist-hip ratio.
Filed under: Funny/Lolblogs, Game
